THE DREAMS DENIED
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BY MARION COUTHOUY SMITH
OUR lives are molded by the things we miss. Not by Love’s answering eyes, not by his kiss, But by Love’s hunger do we learn Love’s bliss. Our growth must answer to the swell and strain Of thew and sinew toward the ultimate gain; The warrior’s worth is measured by his pain. Upward our hopes are flung, like tongues of fire. The dreams denied unendingly aspire; The soul must take the shape of its desire.